The Day Off
by violet-phoenix-rose
Summary: For the 80s Film Challenge. Based on Ferris Bueller's Day Off, sort of. Exploring London was a mistake from the beginning... Rating is for implied stuff in chapter 5.
1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not like a high-school-age girl could reasonably own anything I've used for this, but I'm being overly precautionary like I usually am.

A/N: For the 80s Film Challenge (HPFFC). I chose _Ferris Bueller's Day Off_, so this is kind-of based on it. No one's really going to be in character and the plot has been tweaked. The key characters take turns narrating; narrator switches are in italic. There will probably be several more chapters – at least two.

_Ginny:_

Ever had one of those days when taking a holiday from your normal life makes more sense than it should? I did, once, and it was quite an experience. But let me back up a bit, to the morning it happened.

I had a lot of stuff to do that day, even more than some of the older kids I knew. Though I usually handled that sort of thing, I'd had enough of it. Taking a day off and hanging out with my friends just made sense. Plus that, I'd get to explore the wider world known as Muggle London, which I'd wanted to do for ages but hadn't gotten around to doing.

The first thing to do was to get Luna to tag along. The general rule of things involving her was that if she was doing something that a normal person was also doing, it wasn't a bad idea. So long as she didn't look like she was from another planet during the trip, it'd be fun to have her along for the ride.

_Luna:_

"You want to WHAT?" I screeched. Ginny was a surprising sort of person to begin with, but exploring Muggle London instead of trying to study for the exams was crazy even by my standards. Usually I'd jump at the chance to get out of school-related things (I always knew that my having been sorted into Ravenclaw was a glitch), but this was total insanity.

"I told you, Luna, we need a day off," Ginny replied. She was trying to seem reasonable, but it wasn't working. In fact, she made me, the queen of crazy, seem perfectly normal, and that was a hard thing to do. "Come on, we have another week of studying for the exams ahead of us – a day off won't hurt. Plus that, I need someone to be on my side when I try to convince the rest of our group, and you're perfect for that."

I kind-of knew she'd say something like that. Whenever someone in our group was trying to convince the others, I was the perfect assistant. It seemed like there was some rule involving me, something along the lines of, "get Luna on your side and you'll be more convincing". It did seem to work, for some reason that totally escaped me.

"All right," I finally said. "I'll go, just because someone's got to keep the lovebirds in check." Now that most of our group was paired off and the only other one who wasn't was chasing after a girl who was totally out of his league, I seemed more reasonable than ever! After all, I seemed to be the only one who realized that tying the knot right after you finish school isn't the most intelligent thing you can do.

_Ginny:_

Now that I had Luna on my side, albeit with a reason I didn't particularly like, convincing the others was easy. "Come on," I said, "you only live once!"

"And besides that," Luna added, "We have loads of time to make sure we're ready for the exams. This is almost perfect."

Of course, someone had to object. "If we're not fully ready for the exams, SOME of us might not get to do what we like later on," Hermione muttered. She glared at Ron as she said this, although I didn't know why – he was the most prepared of any of us, with a job already lined up at George's shop. Of course, that probably wouldn't last too long, but it was better than nothing.

For once I was happy that most of our pack had to survive seventh year at the same time Luna and I did. The guys were remarkably enthusiastic about it, and even Hermione looked, if not happy, at least willing to tag along. So we were off.

_Luna:_

"So how exactly are we going to get to London in a decent bit of time?" Leave it to Hermione to worry about every little detail. She was always doing that to the extent that it made me wonder why we put up with her. Of course, Harry and Neville were used to it by now, Ginny saw her as the big sister she never had, and Ron positively adored her. There are definite disadvantages to becoming part of a group after it's existed for several years, as I found out the hard way.

"We can Apparate now, remember?" Ginny reminded me of a snapping turtle these days, not like she hadn't been that way before. I guess that losing family members can do that to people, but I don't really know. It didn't happen to me, but then again, I was nine and probably immune to stuff like that.

Within seconds, we were off. We'd decided on an unused building near the Ministry telephone box as our destination, and we were going in pairs just in case something went wrong. I ended up with Neville since he had no sense of direction and I did, at least that's the version Ginny gave me. It was funny, since I knew the real reason she'd done it was because she was trying to set us up. I didn't quite mind the idea, of course, but I'd always hated matchmaking.

Neville and I landed perfectly, as did Hermione and Ron. The problem was that Harry and Ginny didn't quite make it to our destination. Problems had happened already, I realized to my dismay.

_Hermione:_

"This makes a lot of sense if you think about it," I finally said after listening to Luna, Neville, and Ron panic for several minutes. "They're off somewhere else, doing who-knows-what, and they've left us to fend for ourselves. I'm telling you, if they accidentally landed someplace else, they'd have figured it out and come here by now. So come on, I'm taking over and we're exploring, like we were supposed to do."

Luna looked at me like I was crazy. I had to get used to her doing that. We'd all changed because of the war, but her more so than anyone else. She was still flighty and she still used Nargles to explain all the random stuff that happened, but she was deeper and more intense than ever. Some days I wondered if she was still the same person. "We should at least leave a note telling them where we've gone, in the unlikely event they come here," she said. I noticed that her voice no longer had the musical lilt that it used to have. She'd been through more than the rest of us, so it made sense that she was different.

"Okay," I said, "we'll leave a note." So Luna wrote one:

_Dear Harry and Ginny,_

_We're exploring like you two were supposed to be. If/when you find this, we'll be somewhere near that big clock _("It's called Big Ben," I snapped, but she didn't hear me)_. _

_Sincerely_

_Luna, Hermione, Neville, and Ron_

_PS – If you are not one of the people named above, please disregard this note and leave it here for them to find._


	2. Chapter 2

Luna:

_Luna:_

I wanted to pound Ginny, which was an odd feeling and then again it wasn't. It was her crazy idea that got us there in the first place, and now we had no idea where she'd gone. Then there was the matchmaking thing, which had been simmering for a few weeks and now had come out. Why was it that no one understood that I LIKED being single, that I didn't need a relationship?

"All right, off to the clock we go!" Hermione had given up on trying to get us to call the clock by its proper name – just getting us there would be enough of a problem for her now. "We're taking the subway – it's like a train, but it's underground."

I saw Neville turn pure white. It wasn't that he didn't like being underground so much as he was rather claustrophobic. Add a lot of people to the affair and you have his worst nightmare come to life. Why had Ginny thought this was a good idea? Speak of which, where WAS she?

_Hermione:_

So I suggested the subway, big deal. It was the quickest way of getting ANYWHERE in the city, and my friends were just going to have to deal with their fears. No way were we walking there – it was mid-May, but unusually cold and rainy, and of course the others hadn't thought to bring rain jackets.

We exited the building, and I tried to remember the layout of the labyrinthine mess known as the London subway system. Having grown up as a Muggle, I should have known – or at least remembered – a lot more of it than I did. Finally, we came across a subway system. I knew there would be maps of the system down there, so we went down.

Where, oh where, were Ginny and Harry? Losing us was NOT like them, even though I understood the insanity that comes with being in love. I decided that, if they didn't find us within two hours, they were going to have a LOT of explaining to do to me.

_Ginny:_

"Okay, where are we?" I didn't know where I'd landed, but I knew it wasn't the intended destination.

Instead of getting an answer from Harry, I got a look of panic. He didn't know where we were either, and he had a better chance of knowing than I did. "No idea," he finally said. "Something went rather wrong I guess."

"Rather wrong?" I screamed. "Isn't THAT the understatement of the year! Unless I'm severely mistaken, this isn't London or anywhere near it. What did we manage to do?"

This time, the look he gave me said that I was overreacting and that it would be better if I'd shut up and let him figure it out. I didn't trust stuff like that usually, but I had to this time. The day was already a disaster; it would get even worse if we split up. "Why don't we just look around, figure out where we are," he said. "There'll be something around here that'll help us."

So we walked around for a decent bit of time, until we finally found a taste of Muggle civilization – a highway sign that told us we were 112 kilometers from London. "We're not going to make it," I said pessimistically. "Apparating was a mistake, and I don't trust Muggle transportation."

"Trust me," he replied, taking my hand. "We're going to be fine."

I didn't quite believe him.

_Luna:_

I'm not sure why anyone thinks Big Ben is an important thing to see if you're sightseeing in London. It's a big clock, and that's all. Too bad I couldn't convince Hermione that there was no point, even though I had the guys on my side. Really, they weren't doing anything, just following Hermione's obscure directions and ranting about their hatred of the subway.

By now, it was about 10 AM and we were bored out of our skulls. After spending ten minutes looking at the clock, we finally got Hermione to take us to a museum, which we'd figured would be more interesting. It wasn't – who really wants to look at paintings that don't move? We'd gotten lucky, though – she'd decided we were seeing the Houses of Parliament after lunch. I wondered what it'd take to talk her out of it.

Finally we got her out of the art museum. "What now?" I asked, hoping she'd changed her mind about Parliament, hoping we'd get to do anything else – maybe crash around a department shop or something.

"We'll find lunch," Hermione decided. "Be warned, you three – if or when Ginny and Harry come back to us, I might seriously hurt one or both of them." This was so unlike Hermione that it made me crack up – she never did things like that, ever.

_Hermione:_

I didn't see why Luna objected to seeing the Houses of Parliament after lunch. Maybe it's because she took after her mother, who everyone said thought organized government was a joke. She was right about that, of course, but I was being a tourist not far from where I lived when I wasn't at school, and no one was going to stop me.

Lunch was an ordeal. Trying to explain how normal restaurants function to Ron and Neville was NOT something I expected to end up doing, but there I was, clearing them on what certain drinks tasted like. Surprisingly, I didn't have to explain anything to Luna, who I'd thought would be the worst of our pack. Oh well, things have been known to happen to peoples' minds.

Even though I'd pushed for a sandwich shop or something else simple, we'd ended up at an Indian restaurant that I'd heard of a few times. I had to explain EVERYTHING to the guys. Really, Ron didn't even know India was a country, probably because no good athletes have ever come from there. It was mortifying to be seen in public with those two.

It was even more mortifying when someone who didn't need to know what we were doing entered the restaurant and ended up two tables from us.


	3. Chapter 3

A/N: Part Three

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A/N: Part Three!

_Luna:_

It was one of those days where everyone was blanching. First Neville at the thought of riding the subway; now Ron at the sight of his least favorite brother, Percy. I never got why Ron hated Percy, the only was one his brothers who didn't really mess with him, but I'm guessing it was one of those weird sibling things that only children never understand. That was the funny thing about our pack; besides Ron and Ginny, we were all only children.

"What in the name of all good things is he doing here?" Hermione snapped. She was being overly defensive, which I failed to see the point of. Then again, she had pointed out earlier that we were at a restaurant that only locals went to. "Really, this is the wrong place for a date!"

I turned my head, wondering what she was talking about, and saw that Percy wasn't alone. The girl in question was a tall, attractive girl with chocolate-colored hair. I didn't know who she was, but I knew she wasn't Percy's long-term girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater.

Ron had obviously noticed this as well. Unlike me, however, he looked rather satisfied at the chance that his brother might have dropped his girlfriend and picked up someone better. The odds of there BEING someone better than Penelope Clearwater are pretty low if you ask me, but she could be domineering when she wanted to be – just ask anyone who was in Ravenclaw during her seventh year.

_Hermione:_

If there is one thing I've always been bad at, it's hiding from people who really shouldn't know what I'm up to. Usually, this isn't a problem, but at that moment it was worse than it had ever been. So yeah, Percy spotted our group and recognized Ron and I on sight. I was more mortified than ever, and the day hadn't been going well at all.

"Luna," I whispered, "please keep your mouth SHUT." Not like Luna isn't every kind of amazing, because she is, but she had a slightly annoying habit of mentioning things that weren't, shall we say, tactful to bring up. The last thing we needed was for her to accidentally tell Percy that his little sister and her boyfriend had gone missing. I didn't know how much of the Weasley temperament Percy had, but I knew it was enough that finding out we'd lost Ginny would make him go mental.

"Do I want to know what you four are doing here instead of at school?" Percy asked curiously. If he were still the same person he'd been the last time I'd checked, Ron would end up in a LOT of trouble for this.

"Who's your girlfriend?" Luna asked curiously. I was seriously tempted to kick her under the table, but I knew that it was never a good idea to tick her off. "What happened to Penelope?"

"Luna, what part of…" I was about to tell her to shut up, but Percy cut me off.

"She found someone better," Percy said in a way that seemed to indicate he really hated the 'someone' in question. "This is Audrey McGregor. Audrey – my younger brother, Ron, and three of his school friends."

_Luna:_

I didn't mean to tick Hermione off, but I was rather curious who the girl was. Thankfully, it went quite well – Percy introduced his new girlfriend and didn't act too surprised that we weren't at Hogwarts. There's definitely something about love that screws with a person's behavior.

"So, what are your names?" Audrey asked. I knew that she meant well, and that no one would find out about this because of her. As it was, I was starting to feel sorry for Neville – even though his grandmother was a lot nicer than she had been, she was still going to freak out over the 'adventure'.

"I'm Luna Lovegood," I chirped, "and these two are Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger. How come we've never heard about you before?" I was going to see what it took to drive Audrey up the wall. If I couldn't drive her crazy, maybe she and Percy were meant to be.

"I finished school two years before Percy did," Audrey replied, like that made everything better. It didn't, but I wasn't telling her that. "I recently got transferred to his department after an incident in Games And Sports, and I remembered that I'd always sort-of liked him."

I didn't ask what the 'incident' was, but it was on the cover of the Daily Prophet several days later. The Canadians were pushing for an international Wizard Hockey League, and Audrey had been sent to Canada to explain that under no circumstances would any of the European countries participate if such a league were established. Things changed on her arrival, however, and she decided that she rather liked the idea.

_Hermione:_

Finally, we were out of the Indian restaurant. I was surprised to see Luna hit it off with someone crazy enough to date Percy, but stranger things have been known to happen. Now we were off to tour Buckingham Palace (we'd compromised on that one), or so I thought.

Of course, on the way there, we had to pass the biggest department shop in the UK. I should have known that Luna would be enchanted with the idea of looking around in it, and the guys didn't care what we did so long as it was indoors.

I should have known it would turn into a total catastrophe when Luna got loose in the electronics department. I should have known it would have gotten even worse when the guys ended up in sports equipment.

_Ginny:_

"So what exactly are we doing?" I had to snap. Luna definitely had a point about what she referred to as my snapping-turtle complex. Maybe she knew us better than we knew ourselves, in a weird sort of way. Observing people has a way of letting that happen to a person.

"That's the problem," Harry muttered. "We don't know what we're doing and we're at least 50 kilometers from any place I know my way around. I think we may have to wing it."

Winging it might be quite appealing when one is outdoors in very nice weather; I wouldn't know. What I did know is that it was a rainstorm along the lines of a torrential downpour and that we had to find shelter, fast. When I'd suggested a day off, I hadn't expected any of this – being stranded with my boyfriend in the middle of nowhere while my other friends were crashing around London.

We decided to walk along the edge of the road until we found a shop or a restaurant to stay dry in. I started to wonder what the others were up to. I pictured Hermione proving once and for all that she should never be a tour guide, Ron and Neville doing something totally idiotic, and Luna being her usual slightly-crazier-than-a-normal-person self. I could vividly picture what would happen if they ran into someone who knew them – Percy was the main person I'd be worrying about if I were one of them, or maybe one of the three or so Order members who'd survived. It was all so vivid in my mind that I could almost see it happening, even though it wasn't – at least not that I knew of.

I decided that we all should have held on to each other when we left school – that would have made the whole day simpler.

_Meanwhile at Hogwarts:_

Headmistress McGonagall was having a bad day. It wasn't uncommon for seventh-years to take a holiday – it had been done many times before – but six on the same day was a little unnerving. Add to that the fact that one of the seventh-years in question never skipped ANYTHING and you had a disaster on your hands.

The only answer she could come up with was to send someone to find them. The new Transfiguration teacher, Ramina Park, was a good option in her mind. So it was off to the hallway she'd removed all her belongings from a little less than a year before to see about convincing the woman.

A knock on the door could mean one of two things, as Ramina knew well – either the headmistress or a first- or second-year who'd been used as a messenger. Neither thing was worth ignoring, so she told her class of fourth-years to study while she dealt with it. And dealt with it she did.

"Headmistress?" Ramina was pleasantly surprised, although she had a feeling the visit had to do with the missing seventh-years. "What's going on?"

"I need someone to find the missing seventh-years," McGonagall replied. "I'll take over your classes; you go figure out where they are and bring them back. London would be a good place to start."

"I'll be off as soon as I can." Ramina was elated at not having to deal with her final class of the day; Gryffindor and Slytherin sixth-years were bad enough without the Quiddich rivalry coming to a boil like it was, with the final game of the year the next morning. "But first may I ask why you picked me?"

"Professor Nemkova has her hands full," McGonagall replied, "and Professor Singh has no sense of direction. It's traditional to send the newer teachers to deal with problems like this one. And anyways, five of the six students are in your house."

Ramina was off in an instant. She would definitely make the missing students regret taking a day off when she found them. Oddly enough that was the first thing anyone did that day that was definitely a when and not an if.


	4. Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: Part Four! Be warned; this is the chapter where how little I know about British life comes into play.

_Hermione:_

"Attention all employees! Disaster on floor five!" I knew that letting my friends loose in the biggest department shop in all of England was a mistake, but I hadn't stopped them. Now I had to figure out what the hell they'd managed to do. I looked at a department directory and saw there were two departments on the fifth floor – Sporting Goods and Electronics. My nightmare had begun – those were the two departments that would interest my friends the most.

I ran up the stairs to the fifth floor, hoping that the person on the intercom was one of those over-dramatic people. No one was that lucky. The moment I stepped into the Sporting Goods department, a blitz of tennis balls knocked me over. I was going to POUND Ron and Neville when I got my hands on them – this wasn't something Luna would do. If that girl was doing anything, it was probably hanging around in the Electronics department and asking some poor clerk how a television or a CD player works.

"Are you okay?" I looked and saw a young man about five years older than me, who wore a tag labeled 'Manager, Sporting Goods Department'. He looked genuinely concerned, but who wouldn't be if their job were on the line thanks to two human wrecking balls.

"Okay?" I looked at the manager like he was crazy. "God no, I am SO far from okay at the moment. The morons causing the disaster around here – they happen to be my friends. They have no idea what they're doing, and we are NOT paying for damages."

"Hermione Granger, is that really you?" I turned my head and saw someone I really didn't need to see.

_Luna:_

Disaster on the fifth floor, lovely. I got the feeling it was the guys playing around in the Sporting Goods department, since it certainly wasn't anyone in Electronics. That's where I was, figuring out how things worked. Not like I really cared, but it was kind-of cool.

I dashed over to the Sporting Goods department, where an employee tried to stop me from entering. "Let me through," I said, trying to act as much like Hermione as I could. "The morons you're trying to stop, well, they're MY morons. I stand a way better chance of stopping them than you do."

So I was in. I figured it would be good to just walk around until I found the guys – they could be pretty hard to miss. And surprisingly enough, my idea worked splendidly. I found them in the area where the hockey sticks were, which didn't surprise me. "Come on," I said, "you're probably going to get us kicked out of the shop, and we've had enough of a bad day already."

That got their attention, all right. They figured that they might as well knock it off and stop being so curious. Now all we had to do was figure out where Hermione was, find her, and deal with our bigger problem.

_Hermione:_

In case you were worried that the person who had recognized me was from the Wizarding world, you have nothing to worry about. It was an old friend from when I was really young, someone I hadn't seen in several years and who now worked at the shop. I nodded my head and tried to get up, at which point I realized that I'd probably twisted my ankle. There was no need for anyone to know I was in pain.

Then the Mortification Express arrived – Luna, leading Neville and Ron. "Are you okay?" she asked me with her usual curiosity. That, I decided, was why we put up with her some days – she was always so curious and NEVER predictable.

"Okay?" I gasped. "Really, Luna, do you think ANYONE could be okay with everything that's happened today? It's only early afternoon, and we've already lost a third of our group, been spotted by someone who really shouldn't have seen us, and now THIS! What on Earth's going to happen next?"

I didn't have to ask that question. Five minutes later, we were being escorted out of the shop and told never again to go there, under any circumstances. When I found Ginny – and that was definitely a when – she was going to get it for all of this.

_Ramina:_

I was starting to think I wouldn't find the escapists. All I could figure out was that they were in the wider Muggle world, which led to me going around London, hoping to hear about some disaster that could be their doing. I didn't have to worry for long, though. As I walked past one of those television billboards, I heard something quite interesting.

"In other news," the person on the thingy said, "four teenagers were kicked out of a large department store after a disaster involving sporting equipment. Police are trying to figure out the motive for the incident, which has caused several thousand pounds' worth of damages."

That was that – I'd found four of them, sort-of. The question, however, was why there were only four involved when I was chasing six. I was going to get answers somehow.

_Ginny:_

It's amazing what can happen when you're alone with your boyfriend and you've finally found a dry place after three hours of search. No need for details.


	5. Chapter 5

A/N: Part Five

A/N: Part Five! This is a lot longer than I'd planned – oh well, at least this is the ending.

_Luna:_

Amazing how much Muggle newscasters hate teenagers. Scarcely ten minutes after we got kicked out of the department shop, we were all over the television news programs. But that didn't last long due to a bigger story involving two teenagers found in a town about 50 kilometers from London. Names weren't necessary; I knew we'd basically found Harry and Ginny.

"What?" We were in a small electronics shop, looking at the televisions and panicking. I'd been distracted a bit by a football match, however, and hadn't quite seen what sent Hermione into a state of shock.

Then I looked up. The missing members of our group were all over the news, having been found in what the newscasters described as an interesting position inside a house that had been scheduled for demolition. If they ever heard the end of it from the rest of us, they were going to be quite lucky. Luckier than they deserved, I decided.

_Hermione:_

This was brilliant, just BRILLIANT! I'd had my ideas about those two to begin with, but them ending up in a house that was supposed to be demolished was bad even for them. Getting plastered all over the television news was probably not part of the plan, of course, but that's beside the point. When the Wizarding world found out about their antics, they were SO going to regret it.

"I'm not even sure she's your sister," I heard Neville tell Ron comfortingly. I wasn't certain it would help, but Ron was going to need all the comforting he could get once the story went viral. And oh, I knew it would go viral.

_Ramina:_

I kept my eyes on the news program a bit longer, and then things went from bad to worst for the missing students. The two unaccounted-for ones were on the news now – something about being found in a house that was going to be demolished. I didn't catch the details – all I needed to know was the location.

Within seconds, I was there. I pushed through the crowd of reporters and finally got to the idiots I was responsible for. I gathered that I was THE last person they wanted to see, but someone had to take responsibility for them. "Do I even want to know what you two were thinking?" I snapped. I wasn't acting like myself at all, but this was a disaster. Six Wizarding teenagers, five of them my problem, all over the Muggle news! Of course, the one who wasn't my problem had to be the angelic one. When I got my hands on the larger group, I was going to thank that girl for being everything someone from her House was supposed to be.

_Ginny:_

If I'd had a bit more respect for keep-out signs when I was a fair bit younger, none of that would have happened. But the fact was that it had, and now I had to save face, as the girl in such a situation always has to. Then Professor Park turned up – the last person I wanted to see.

"We had no idea the house was going down," I gasped after she found us. It was true – we hadn't seen the signs, being too ecstatic at being in a dry place to care. "If we'd known, I promise you that none of this would have happened."

"Yeah, sure." I never got why Park was allowed to be so sarcastic at times, even though it was totally pointless. "I know what being in love feels like too, you know, and I highly doubt you'd have thought twice. You two are in a LOT of trouble, but I'll deal with all that once I find the other four missing students. Any idea where they might be?"

"London," I gasped. And we were off.

_Hermione:_

I'd convinced the others to go back to the empty building and wait to see if someone turned up. By that point, I didn't care about how much trouble we were going to be in. All that really mattered was being safe and someplace where only one of US could find us.

Next thing I knew, Professor Park was in the room with Harry and Ginny in tow. "Do you three know how much trouble you three are in?" she asked us.

"You said three, but there are four of us," I corrected.

"That's because only three of you deserve punishment. This girl (she pointed at Luna) doesn't deserve punishment; she deserves a medal."

_Luna:_

So that was the end of our day off. Everyone else got several detentions; meanwhile, I really did end up with a medal, for some reason I didn't quite get. The official reason was that I represented the qualities of my House; the unofficial one was that I was the only one who didn't look like an idiot on national television.

If anyone regretted the day off, it was Ginny. She was particularly aggressive till the end of the school term and, for a few days, refused to speak to me. I didn't see why – I hadn't thought I deserved the medal in the first place.


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